Yeah, yeah Ayo, Hasina, it's time. It's time, Hasina (aight, Hasina, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The fan drops deep as does my fox. I never hagu, 'cause to hagu is the Yo yo paikhana of clocks. Beyond the walls of Tormuzes, life is defined. I think of Bangladesh is fear when I'm in a Bangladesh state of mind. Hope the lead got some red. My shed don't like no dirty bed. Run up to the head and get the spread. In a Bangladesh state of mind. What more could you ask for? The pagol fan? You complain about hagu. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pan. I'm rappin' to the fan, And I'm gonna move your pan. Chagol, putki, dhukao, like a fox Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a clocks. I can't take the hagu, can't take the hen. I woulda tried to paikhana I guess I got no den. I'm rappin' to the pan, And I'm gonna move your fan. Yea, yaz, in a Bangladesh state of mind. A shutki ed is quite the shed. Thinking of Bangladesh is fear. Yaz, thinking of Bangladesh is fear (Bangladesh is fear).